Jon Stewart Returns To Daily Show

In absentia, the satire grew stale,
The jesters fumbled, the headlines did veil.
The crown of absurdity lay down unkept,
The kingdom of mockery, its laughter slept.

Then hark! A trumpet, a fanfare of fame,
Jon Stewart returns, to reclaim his name.
The desk awaits him, the spotlight's keen gaze,
A Monday monarch, in these troubled days.

His hair's gone silver, a grizzled bard,
But the eyes still sparkle, words sharp as a card.
With wit his weapon, truth his shield held high,
He skewers the pompous, makes hypocrisy cry.

The pundits tremble, the politicians sweat,
For Jon's back on watch, no room for regret.
His scalpel of humor, dissecting the mess,
Exposing the folly, the power, the excess.

The Daily Show rumbles, a volcano reborn,
Laughter like lava, erasing the scorn.
A chorus of satire, a symphony of scorn,
For the circus of politics, newly adorned.

So raise a glass, let the laughter unfold,
Jon Stewart's back, stories to be told.
With irony's whip and sarcasm's embrace,
He'll hold up a mirror, to this human race.

For in this madcap, election year fray,
Who better to guide us, than the king of dismay?
So welcome him back, the jester, the sage,
Jon Stewart's returned, to turn a new page.

~Bard